Il filo rosso

Tell me why
When it rains hard, I can’t calm down
You know it reminds me of Genoa that year
When we were angels in the mud
There in the mud
And what do they know

The others who watch you
Don’t look at you like I do
And even if you miss them
They don’t miss you like I do
I’m not like the others, and we both know
There’s a red thread that connects us
It’s invisible, but we understand

This love
Makes us sleep poorly for five hours
Thinking about it the other nineteen
And I swear I can’t take it anymore without you

And going from doing everything to having to redo everything
But look at us now, what we’ve become
From strangers to lovers
Then from lovers to strangers
Like passing by and you don’t even say hi, come on

I try to feel a bit better, but you keep me awake way more than the NBA
Now that only Vodafone is texting me to get back with her
I saw your boyfriend, yeah, that failed soccer player
Who says he would’ve been in Serie A if he hadn’t blown out his ACL
What a loser

The others who look at me
Don’t look at me like you do
And even if I miss them
They don’t miss me like you do
You’re not like the others, that’s a whole different story
You make me feel with my heart upside down

This love
Makes us sleep poorly for five hours
Thinking about it the other nineteen
And I swear I can’t take it anymore without you

And going from doing everything to having to redo everything
But look at us now, what we’ve become
From strangers to lovers
Then from lovers to strangers
Like passing by and you don’t even say hi, come on

(From strangers to lovers)
(From lovers to strangers)
(From strangers to lovers)
(From lovers to strangers)
(From strangers to lovers)
(From lovers to strangers)
(From strangers to lovers)
(From lovers to strangers)

(From strangers to lovers)
(From lovers to strangers)
(From strangers to lovers)
(From lovers to strangers)
(From strangers to lovers)
(From lovers to strangers)
(From strangers to lovers)
(From lovers to strangers)